My oldest daughter and her friend Miaso (another artist) have a large fan base on the deviant art website. http://sites.google.com/site/kotororigins/ (This one will take you right to their work and you won't have to go through the sometimes raw material on deviant art)
For those of you who have no clue what Kotor is, it's an X-Box game that branched off Star Wars.
She also has come up with comic strips concerning what goes on in an author's life (reality based). With her permission, I'll be posting some of her work.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
Update
Where have I been?
Writing of course!
If you're one of those looking for "Crazy Eight's" you'll have to go to Catsfour.blogspot.com because I moved it from this one. It just didn't fit.
News for die-hard Chest of Souls fans: There will be a prequel - now that the main series is finished as it's going to get without help from an agent/publishing house. More information to come on the prequel as things rush ahead.
For now, I'm currently up to my eyebrows in a stand alone Sci-Fi and when I'm looking for a change of pace, I fiddle with a different series - or two.
Writing is my passion and since I'm addicted to the written word, I will continue. I'm also taking an ecourse from Leslie Householder (author of Jack Rabbit Factor: Why You Can) with the idea of making the information I learn a part of my successful life.
Writing of course!
If you're one of those looking for "Crazy Eight's" you'll have to go to Catsfour.blogspot.com because I moved it from this one. It just didn't fit.
News for die-hard Chest of Souls fans: There will be a prequel - now that the main series is finished as it's going to get without help from an agent/publishing house. More information to come on the prequel as things rush ahead.
For now, I'm currently up to my eyebrows in a stand alone Sci-Fi and when I'm looking for a change of pace, I fiddle with a different series - or two.
Writing is my passion and since I'm addicted to the written word, I will continue. I'm also taking an ecourse from Leslie Householder (author of Jack Rabbit Factor: Why You Can) with the idea of making the information I learn a part of my successful life.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Chest of Souls Prologue
It was time to summon the Chest of Souls.
The light was dim inside the cave, the Guardian noted with disapproval. Even then it wasn’t a steady glow, but the dancing flickering light that came from torches.
The faces of those with him, four Sons of Ammon, and four women, were shaded and appeared altered or grotesque as the uneven flames fought the draft coming from below. In respectful silence, seven of the others took their positions near the sacrificial pool. He noticed they did not meet his eyes when he looked at them – except one man; his best friend. He wished he hadn’t. The pity there was almost too much.
He clenched his jaw and took his place near a mammoth-size block of stone that had been wood eons before. Sitting on the stone was the sacrifice, a tall woman dressed in pristine white. Her face was tight with anxiety and her slender hands were clasped tightly together in her lap. He gently laid a massive hand on her shoulder and contemplated the task before him. He had objected to what was to take place in no uncertain terms. He even threatened some of those present with physical harm, but it boiled down to one fact: They had a chance to destroy the city of Sogo and they must take it, no matter the cost. He found it ironic that he had been the one to say those very words. He hadn’t known the cost; could not have, or he would never have said them.
The price was one soul - hers.
“You don’t have to do this,” he whispered, “let me.”
“I have the strength to do this one thing,” she said with fearful determination. “You have the strength for the rest.”
They anxiously watched the Poolseer gracefully kneel beside the sandpool. She was no ordinary Poolseer; she was also a Mage. Over a year before, she knelt in this sacred place and learned Father of All’s will to destroy the city of Sogo and was told how it could be done.
She lightly touched the surface of the sand with her right hand. The sand hardened like stone, returned to granular form, and then flashed bright purple.
The surface of the sandpool awakened and spun faster and faster until wisps of color-filled sand smoked up from its surface.
“I summon the Chest of Souls,” said the Poolseer firmly. Then she looked right at him with now-purple eyes, “Whatever happens, don’t let her go or she’ll kill everyone in this room.”
The willing sacrifice rose, her hands in fists. The Guardian grudgingly put his massive arms around her from behind, then clasped them over her arms as the sandpool turned white and the screaming began.
The light was dim inside the cave, the Guardian noted with disapproval. Even then it wasn’t a steady glow, but the dancing flickering light that came from torches.
The faces of those with him, four Sons of Ammon, and four women, were shaded and appeared altered or grotesque as the uneven flames fought the draft coming from below. In respectful silence, seven of the others took their positions near the sacrificial pool. He noticed they did not meet his eyes when he looked at them – except one man; his best friend. He wished he hadn’t. The pity there was almost too much.
He clenched his jaw and took his place near a mammoth-size block of stone that had been wood eons before. Sitting on the stone was the sacrifice, a tall woman dressed in pristine white. Her face was tight with anxiety and her slender hands were clasped tightly together in her lap. He gently laid a massive hand on her shoulder and contemplated the task before him. He had objected to what was to take place in no uncertain terms. He even threatened some of those present with physical harm, but it boiled down to one fact: They had a chance to destroy the city of Sogo and they must take it, no matter the cost. He found it ironic that he had been the one to say those very words. He hadn’t known the cost; could not have, or he would never have said them.
The price was one soul - hers.
“You don’t have to do this,” he whispered, “let me.”
“I have the strength to do this one thing,” she said with fearful determination. “You have the strength for the rest.”
They anxiously watched the Poolseer gracefully kneel beside the sandpool. She was no ordinary Poolseer; she was also a Mage. Over a year before, she knelt in this sacred place and learned Father of All’s will to destroy the city of Sogo and was told how it could be done.
She lightly touched the surface of the sand with her right hand. The sand hardened like stone, returned to granular form, and then flashed bright purple.
The surface of the sandpool awakened and spun faster and faster until wisps of color-filled sand smoked up from its surface.
“I summon the Chest of Souls,” said the Poolseer firmly. Then she looked right at him with now-purple eyes, “Whatever happens, don’t let her go or she’ll kill everyone in this room.”
The willing sacrifice rose, her hands in fists. The Guardian grudgingly put his massive arms around her from behind, then clasped them over her arms as the sandpool turned white and the screaming began.
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